Whether it was because he rarely used the gourd and had yet to get the hang of it, or because taking out two things at once was awkward, Lu Feng had only meant to return the Canglang Sword and the Lihuo Sword. Instead, one slip ruined everything, and he dumped out everything inside. With a series of clatters, a great heap piled up before him.
The black Canglang Sword, the red Lihuo Sword, the azure Azure Nether Sword, and the yellow Mountain-River Sword-the four divine swords radiated dazzling divine light, illuminating the entire stone arena.
Their divine light swayed, making it clear that the four divine weapons were struggling fiercely. But Lu Feng still held up the purple gourd. The four weapons had yet to break free of its control and could not return to their masters.
"The Azure Nether Sword!"
"The Mountain-River Sword!"
With those two cries, another two figures flew onto the stone platform: Li Changmei and Guo Dingshan.
Of the four divine weapons, theirs had been lost in the most humiliating fashion. They had inexplicably drunk some wine, inexplicably fallen asleep, inexplicably lost their swords, and inexplicably been castrated.
Neither of them had the slightest idea how he had lost his divine weapon. All they knew was that Liu Xiaofei had been involved.
They had been watching with the intention of enjoying a good show, never imagining that their own divine weapons were inside that gourd too.
Their foremost reason for coming to the Five Sacred Mountains Divine Continent was to recover those weapons. Now that things had taken this turn, how could they possibly stay seated?
"What an idiot. I'm speechless. How did he manage that? He has a treasure and doesn't even know how to use it. Great, now he's doubled the number of opponents,"